What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.

A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.

A beautiful smile without any reason is the smile of the existence.

I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.

Each of us visits this Earth involuntarily, and without an invitation. For me, it is enough to wonder at the secrets.

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.

As far as I’m concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue.

I always get by best with my naivety, which is 20 percent deliberate.

The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education. 

I believe in one thing, that only a life lived for others is a life worth living.

I am strongly drawn to a frugal life and am often oppressively aware that I am engrossing an undue amount of the labor of my fellow-men.

Life ain’t always beautiful, but it’s a beautiful ride.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

One lives one’s life under constant tension, until it is time to go for good. 

Beauty intoxicates the eyes, as wine does the body; both are morally fatal if indulged.

If you foolishly ignore beauty, then you will soon find yourself without it.

When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly. When people see some things as good, other things become bad.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.